A disquiet feeling goes from my teeth down into my toes when I realize that it’s time to leave. It’s time for a trip – a new destination – and that means I will have to say goodbye once again. The house that became my home, our home, has to be cleaned and things need to be packed. Goodbye diners and drinks with the people we’ve met turn into a full agenda filler. People that became close friends in such a short time. Whether I’m staying somewhere for two week or for six months, it doesn’t really matter. Saying goodbye doesn’t get any easier, even though it’s not a farewell forever. The place where I have found my rhythm – a way to fit with the local style – now has to wait for my return. …read more!
When I was a small kid I used to be always very nervous the days before my birthday. A month before the party date I would start making a wishlist and I’d hang it on the refrigerator, asking for a horse, a trip to anywhere and some drawing material.
It was also always fun selecting a certain outfit for your birthday. I remember my mom and I finding the perfect excuse for some shopping right before our birthdays.
In the Netherlands we celebrate a birthday with family in the afternoon having coffee and cake, while you all sit in a circle in the living-room or in the garden. After that your friends come and so does the wine and the beers.
The last eight years it wasn’t like that anymore. I was either traveling and spent my birthday with local people abroad or I went back home and made a party with friends and some family in the evening.
Once upon a time there were three young ladies, who all had the same job on a small island in the Aegean Sea. Their job was to make sure that the tourists who visited the island had a perfectly relaxed holiday. In their free time the three of them hung out together and on one particular day they got an idea;
It is full moon tomorrow and we have got to get to those stones before it is too late!”
Wherever you go, you always have to start all over. Like a brand new day. A while ago I realized that at whatever place I decide to make my home for the next following days, weeks, months or who knows, even years, I need to make a new impression and receive loads of inputs. Wherever you travel to, you always meet strangers and these strangers become friends or even lovers and especially some become like family. Amazing thing, isn’t it? ...read more!